User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3135907-20110801210240

The corsairs have built a campfire about a quarter mile inland of the Grande Briney. Frying a small fish over the crackling heat, Cap'n Raznare smiles grimly. "Ragimar, my friend. Those flying fools managed to slay how many of us?"
 * "Four an' twenty, m'Lawd."
 * "Well, that certainly cleared us from their groves...Rallago! How is our fellowrat Salpicar doing? Well, I hope?"
 * "Nay, he's still afraid the crows will come back and take him away into the air, Capitan," says the weasel stepping forward. "And it turns out Griboz and Skarvadd also have gone missing."
 * "Aye, it a sad thing. Twenty-six mates, all slain, and several more injured, no? But you have the plan in the workings, eh Rallago?"
 * "I do, m'Lord."